Witch Taming System-Chapter 36: Contract Killer

Lancel took his time explaining everything that had happened inside the labyrinth.

He told her about the request, the adventurers, their deaths, and how he had ended up dealing with the Mother Silkbane alone.

That was the easy part. How the hell was he supposed to explain the rest?

How was he supposed to tell Faust that he had met Mei, that she had kept him chained to her bed for hours, and that they had fucked straight for six hours until his balls were completely empty?

"Sigh... first day on the job, and you already went through something like that. Does trouble just follow you around naturally?"

But thankfully, she seemed to accept it at face value. And to be fair, he hadn’t lied. He had simply left things out.

Faust stood up and waved him off.

"Go ahead and rest. I’ll relieve you of your tasks for today. As for the guild’s matter... if anything comes up, let me know."

"Thank you."

"Alright, then."

Lancel entered the room Faust had given him and fell into a deep sleep immediately after.

It had been quite a long day.

Meanwhile, Faust snapped her fingers as she stood by the door. Dust began to swirl around her before she condensed it.

Then, with a soft blow from her lips, the dust entered his room. It was a spell that allowed her to create ice dust and allowed her to observe through it as if they were extensions of her own sight.

She then sat down on a chair and simply kept watching him sleep through the lenses.

Ever since the Erudition Society gathering, she had lost all trust in Lancel. If what Angelica had been saying was true, then she was keeping an immediate danger right here in her own house.

Not wanting to alert his suspicions, Faust chose to let him rest for tonight and decided to confront him tomorrow instead.

Besides, she wasn’t in peak condition herself.

Earlier, she had noticed her mana had been draining at an abnormal rate, far faster than it should have under normal circumstances. It was just like before, that sudden heavy drain she couldn’t explain.

"Sigh. What’s happening to me?"

Faust stood up and walked into her room while still keeping a close eye on Lancel through the ice dust lens.

Piece by piece, her clothing fell to the floor, revealing her body in full without care since her mind was too occupied to pay attention to anything else.

Just as she reached for nightwear, she stopped.

"Huh?"

There, just below her chest, a faint mark had appeared.

At first glance, it looked like a sigil, but the longer she stared, the clearer its structure became.

It looked to be intricate lines that curved and overlapped, forming a pattern that resembled interlocking loops, almost like chains combining into a circular seal.

"...What?"

She had never seen this before.

Then, just as it appeared, it glowed once before disappearing entirely.

"A hallucination...?"

She felt like she was losing her mind these days.

* * *

Lancel woke up that very afternoon.

The moment his eyes opened, he already knew something felt off. There was a sense of heaviness that refused to leave his body.

It wasn’t refreshing at all.

That much was expected.

Waking up in the afternoon always felt like this.

The body might have rested, but the time felt misplaced, like he had skipped over something important without realizing it, as if sleep had only created more fatigue.

Either that, or it was due to the rough pounding yesterday. He had never sweated that hard or that long in his life before.

Even now, his cock felt tender and heavy between his legs, still slightly sensitive from how much he had used it.

He let out a groan and rubbed his face, trying to shake off the exhaustion.

Then, just as he stepped outside, he felt his heart drop. There, sharp ice spikes appeared inches from his neck while Faust stood in front of him with a cold smile.

"Did you rest well?"

"A-Ah?"

Lancel tried to take a step back, but his feet were instantly encased in thick ice, locking him in place.

"Let’s talk, Lancel."

Lancel swallowed deeply.

What the hell was going on?

Did she figure out everything?

Did she somehow find out that he had spent six straight hours balls-deep in her precious apprentice Mei?

Because if Faust knew even half of the things he had done to Mei last night... well, these ice spikes pointed at his neck were going to be the least of his problems.

"You haven’t been completely honest with me this whole time, haven’t you?"

"I..."

Shit.

That had to be it.

For a moment, his mind raced, already preparing for the worst possible outcome.

"I met with Angelica yesterday."

"Y-Yes?!"

Just that name alone triggered an immediate, visceral PTSD flashback inside him.

But then, he quickly shoved the trauma down and felt a massive wave of relief wash over him when he realized this wasn’t even about Mei at all.

Thank God.

"Lancel... you’re a member of the Leviathan Group, aren’t you? A contract killer."

Lancel’s eyes widened.

"According to Angelica, a year ago, you killed her apprentice witch. Is that true?"

"W-Wait a minute—"

"Is it true?"

"N-no, not at all!"

Faust’s gaze sharpened. The ice spikes moved closer, their tips pressing dangerously near his neck.

"P-put these down first!"

"Leticia Herscher," Faust said. "You met her."

"...."

The name hit him harder than expected.

Memories surfaced immediately. A witch stationed far out in the boonies, conducting her own field research.

Lancel let out a breath.

"I know her."

"You killed her."

"I failed to kill her," Lancel corrected. "Or rather... I chose not to kill her at all."

"...."

Faust didn’t respond. The ice spikes remained exactly where they were.

"Who are you, Lancel?"

Lancel held her gaze without looking away.

"It’s exactly as you heard," he said. "I was a member of the Leviathan Group."

"...."

"A contract assassin specializing in hunting witches."